Mission Accomplished I am back from a month in a country where people race babies... and strangers force you to eat Gelato... heh. But, I now have the answer to one of the age old problems of the Gritos... what is the best wine to drink with the chocolate! Over and out!

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Deep Undercover Psssst! Yes, It is I, Romegrito, in the plants... come closer. Oh these plants are spiky! I have been deep undercover this week chasing clues that I have been left in the bottom of a rosé bottle or buried within my favourite cake.  The King of the Grito's moves in mysterious ways, no? What I have found is that I am in Londra. What I have also found is that there are only 4 enoteche selling wine within 500m of my door. How is a Grito to survive with so little wine? It is enough to dampen my ardour. Hmm this place begins with a 'B' I searched all around to find my next clue, I knew it had travel involved somewhere... Niente here I tried to attract the attention of people on the river but sadly they only spoke Hungarian. Hello Hungry people! Hmm those people were not friendly. So I did a 'Latin sulk' and said "Beh!" to the world. But I soon became happy as I spotted some girls... aye, aye aye! They would know where my next clue was. Ooffa. Nice hair bionda but those boots are so last year! They seemed more interested in trying to hold the attention of their Ragazzi (I was prettier than they were), but they told me to look by the pond... So I searched high... and spoke to the local 'birds'... But he seemed to think I was more of a 'spuntino'. Help! Finally I found my 'contact': The lady in the Bikini. Rarr! She told me she was far too young for me (what the hell?) but to wait by the 'Red Crown' for my 'royal transport'. The have Royalty here too Ah, finally a lift. I only have the small legs... In the pocket I found my next clue: "Go down the rabbit hole to Amsterdam. Seek out the long rail." Oh mio dio, I shall need to pack some chocolate. Baci xxx

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Dove? Boh.... Che cosa?.. Beh... Sono Romegrito... *pokes shoulder, speaka di English* Oh! I am Romegrito, Il cugino Italiano of King Negrito. Please forgive me this morning I am err, disorientated. I was until recently in a box! Oh mio dio. First let me say I am not from Roma or Rome, do not be mislead by my name. I was named for a great hero from my home town, the greatest Romeo: Casanova. Like all Gritos I am charming, and obviously great in the Camera da letto, maybe being Romeo I might even be the best!  So where I am? Ah, the King of the Gritos thinks of everything! I am authorised and commanded to travel through my homeland of Italia and live la dolce vita in la bella Venezia. But, at the moment I can tell it I am not in the watery city, the light, it is different and the smell... where is the cioccolato caldo? But, The King, also says that I might have to undertake special missions to "charm people of foreign lands" using my 'bocca grande'... I think that is a compliment no? Hmmm. I think I am on one of my special missions now... I just need to do some Gritan investigating. But, first, I think I might have a little afternoon riposo... or watch Giancarlo in il grande premio. Forza Italia!

21.8.05 13:37 Permalink / 20 Comments / comment

Location: Romegrito

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